The Hunting Party Page #5

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that Marda was from this town.

We just got ready to do our job,

cover our story.

Inez,

Jasmine,

Amar,

Amin.

No?

How about Aidan?

Or how about Simon Junior?

And then there she was.

Twenty minutes before

we went on the air.

They had shot her in her stomach five times.

So don't believe everything

that you learn in journalism school,

'cause in war...

what you see

and what really happened

are sometimes two very different things.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Simon!

Simon, no! No! No!

Okay? Okay? Come on.

- It's all right.

- You okay?

Wait! Simon, no! Wait!

- Let go!

- No! Simon! Come on!

You f***ing sh*t!

No! No! No!

No! Please, Simon.

Please.

It's okay.

F***.

Oh, f***, man.

I know.

Watch the land mines.

Okay, shut up.

You see that?

What was that? A lookout?

My God, Duck.

I think he's really up there.

They're watching every car

that goes up this mountain.

Hold on, boys.

It's going to be a bumpy ride.

Wait, hold on.

Wait, wait, wait.

Back, back, back, back, back.

You are out of your mind.

Correct.

Where's the welcoming committee?

Be thankful that there aren't

So what are you going to do?

I'm going to do what

any good journalist would do

when he gets to a new place.

Yeah? What's that?

I'm going to find a bar.

Doesn't exactly look like they get

many newcomers in here.

Just keep smiling. You'll be fine.

What did he say?

He said you're about skinny enough

to be used as bait.

- Yeah. It's a fishing joke.

- Yeah, no. I get it.

Duck, I hope you have money.

What happened to the 20

I gave you yesterday?

Simon, save some for me.

What is he saying?

He just sold you and me out.

- Thank you, Simon.

- Great.

You're welcome.

Do you really think we would

sell out leader of our people

for a simple glass of cheap brandy?

Do you really think the people

of Republica Srpska are that weak?

We don't go University like you people do.

But we are not dumb,

and we don't like to be made fun of.

We are not making fun of you.

Bullshit! You continue even now.

Don't insult me by acting otherwise.

Okay, we don't want any trouble.

You know how I got

these animals on wall?

- I shoot them.

- All right.

We're going to be leaving now.

Yes, I think so.

- One question before we go.

- Simon...

Did you ever go hunting with him?

I mean, uh, he got his nickname

because he loved to hunt foxes.

You obviously love to hunt foxes.

I was just wondering.

In a war, I kill people like you.

The war is over.

Yes, yes, it is.

Wait.

Did you hunt with him?

- For f***'s sake, Simon.

- You are one brave motherf***er.

Hey. Duck.

Duck, look.

You're just like those stupid

United Nations people

that poke around,

seeing if one of us will talk.

You tell your friends

that we know nothing here.

Tell them that we lost loved ones

in the war, too.

Not just the Muslims.

You tell them that.

I make sure you get back down the road

without dying.

Or at least I do my best.

What do you mean, you saw his cars?

While you were back there

being a complete f***ing a**hole,

Benjamin saw them out the door.

Jesus. Which way did they go?

- Back down the mountain.

- Go!

Get in the car!

Sh*t! F***!

What are we going to do,

run 'em off the road?

- I don't know.

- These men are killers, Simon!

- F*** these roads!

- Simon.

Kid's got a point.

So does my dick.

What exactly are you planning on doing?

You got three cars that's full of them!

Yeah, I'm going to call

the UN or NATO or someone.

- No f***ing calls.

- What the hell?

- You madman! That was my phone!

- No calls!

No NATO! No UN! Nothing!

I don't trust anybody!

- Holy sh*t.

- F***.

Simon, I swear to God, if you do

something stupid, I'll kill you myself.

- Hi.

- Hi. Get out of the car.

No, we're just tourists

on our way to Montenegro.

Yeah, get out of the f***ing car now!

Oh, my God.

We're going to f***ing die.

- Stay calm.

- Out!

You're making a mistake here

because we're just passing...

On the ground!

- Get the f*** on the ground!

- Just don't panic.

- Shut the f*** up.

- What are you waiting for? Come on.

- No, nothing. Okay. Okay.

- Come on. Come on.

Out. Out. You, too. Out.

Come on. Come on.

- This was all a misunderstanding.

- Shut the f*** up!

On the ground now! Get down.

- On the ground now.

- Okay, okay, okay.

You don't have to worry about us.

We're just journalists!

- You do not have...

- Shut up!

Simon?

Goran? F***ing hell!

Sh*t. F***ing Simon Hunt!

You know this motherf***er?

Sascha!

Simon Hunt!

Goran, you crazy, thick-necked

Croatian son of a b*tch!

- How are you?

- I'm good, I'm good.

- We almost kill you, man.

- Yeah, no sh*t.

Listen, never drive on our road.

But if you do, call first us, okay?

Okay. All right. I promise. I promise.

Laugh at all their jokes.

Whatever you do, don't stare at the midget.

What midget?

They're black marketeers.

- They run stuff that comes in through Croatia.

- Okay.

- Simon!

- Sascha!

- Oh, sh*t, I'm staring at the midget.

- Well, stop.

Where the f*** my money?

Beautiful guitar, it's yours.

Go ahead.

Un-f***ing-believable.

Yeah, it's, like, twice his size.

F***ing greedy midget.

What?

I'll pay you back.

I'll pay you both back.

- Duck?

- Hey, baby.

Wait, I can hardly hear you.

Costas, can you turn down

the stereo, please?

- Where are you?

- I'm fine.

No. Baby, I said where are you?

Oh, oh, yeah. I'm on Gaspar's boat.

Who is Gaspar?

Costas and Lola's friend.

No, no more champagne.

No, talk to me!

Who is Costas and Lola?

Look baby, I can hardly hear you.

The connection's horrible.

When are you coming?

I'm going to be there tomorrow morning.

First flight out.

Okay. But you better hurryl

Georgio, no! I'm ticklish!

Wait a minute! Who is Georgio?

- You can't slap my butt like that.

- What? Nol Put Georgio on the phonel

I want to talk to Georgiol

Hello?

Oh, my God.

So you ran into the midget.

It's better than running over the midget.

And how'd you know?

Look. We cannot talk here.

I didn't know we were talking.

We're not talking.

Well, it looks like we're talking.

Visegrad. Dobran Tunnel,

tonight at 9.

Things are heating up.

Why do you keep breaking into my room?

Look, I'm between places right now.

I needed a bath.

So what the hell are you going to do, Simon?

You're broke.

You owe midgets.

I dream about him, Duck.

I dream about catching him.

Wiping that arrogant smile off his face.

My whole f***ing situation,

every bad thing that's ever happened

to me, stems from that bastard.

I was flying high before that war.

I know.

We were a f***ing great team.

The best.

And then it all went to sh*t.

Finding him would've been

so f***ing brilliant.

Maybe you should call your source again.

What?

What?

There is no source.

I made up the whole story.

You are un-f***ing-believable.

I heard rumors that

the Fox was up in Celebici.

I thought if I had a source,

it'd push you over to joining me, so...

You know, I must be a f***ing idiot.

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